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As you begin, only nothing
Into a pillar of something,
But bit by bit, oh everyday,
You are to steal the dust away
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Here, less and less means more and more,
Lighter stone means heavier heart,
As you dig out the purest core
What is broken leads to the start,
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There is beauty in destruction
Which is sublimed by your action;
A carver’s work is peculiar
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For the greatest pieces of art
Are made from bits you take apart
As if the truth made you liar.
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Not entirely sure I’m completely satisfied with this poem, it still feel like rough piece of stone. I may have to carve it some more yet.
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Tales of Ore 